It's one a.m. you haven't called it must be four wherever you are And the photo booth strip, and the letter you wrote they feel like nothing I could hold
Nothing bad, nothing free there's nothing left for me to feel
It's like goin' to bed at a quarter to three Finally tired, finally empoty
Should I be up to play the game back and forth get back at me And my confidence fell and I feel so mad tell me whose side are you on?
It's like goin' to peices could fix everything At this point I'm really meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.